A Purple World Of Mages and Magic

Byden's Escape!

The walls and crevices of the dungeon screamed out the darkness, and the chilly air didn't help matters.

Byden lay on the cold, damp floor of his prison cell, his mind racing. He had been falsely accused of planning treason, and he had to find a way to escape. He had been in the dungeon for days, and having any hope of escape at this point was near futile.

As he was lying there, something caught his eye. It was a sharp, thin rod, lying on the floor just out of reach. He knew that it could be his only chance. He stretched out his hand, straining to reach the rod, then footsteps sounded just ahead and he retreated cowardly into a corner. When the sound receded, he proceeded again, his fingers brushed against it, and he finally grasped it tightly in his hand.

With the rod in his possession, Byden knew that he had to act fast and wait for the guard that would cross again. He tapped the rod against the steel gate and it made a loud clinking sound. He kept at the noise he was generating.